So, this story was called "The Beginning of an End." I deleted it for quite a few reasons, but I felt bad and I honestly missed writing it and it just wasn't finished yet. Please forgive me for the few that enjoyed the story! I'm going to re-upload all the chapters and continue the story! If you remember from the first time, the first chapter titled "Introduction" has been deleted. I set myself up for that one, but the premise hasn't changed! For the new readers, enjoy! Feel free to leave reviews or comments!
And so it begins...
Olivia readies herself for the first day of work. For someone's first day at a globally-wide known financial firm, Stallworth Management Group, she wasn't too nervous.
On the drive to work, she played her Astrud Gilberto playlist to soothe her. She selected "Agua de Beber," for the first song and hummed along.
She pulled into the underground parking garage.
"Mmhmm. A parking garage solely for this building and their clients?" Her silent thoughts pervaded her mind. Her interview was conducted in Washington, D.C., so all of this was new for her, hence her reasons for coming nearly two hours early.
She locks her car door and heads for the elevator. She walks onto the elevator mesmerized by the beautiful detail that surrounded her. She examined the black granite coated with gold flakes. Before she could reach out her hand to touch, she was interrupted by an incoming voice.
"Good morning, Olivia Pope!"
Although a bit shocked on the inside, she held her composure and lightly looked around for a camera.
"Ah, good morning," she replies.
"Have a great day at Stallworth. I'm sure you will be greatly pleased for the gifts awaiting you," said the very robotic watch guard.
The elevator automatically sent Olivia up to the twenty-second floor where some of the company's most important members would await her.
Her mind was completely focused on the task at hand. Any irrelevant thoughts such as food or music or anything remotely related to her personal life was gone out the window. This is how she reigns. Although she's only been working as a Branding Image Consultant as well as being a Director of Strategic Planning at the Carlyle and Bennet Group for seven years, she's still quite young to be incredibly accomplished.
The doors open and out she goes with her luscious curls bouncing with her. She begins to smile as seven men and one women surround her, clapping for her.
"Oh, stop!" She giggles as she shakes hands with some of the richest people an average Joe could even walk by.
One of the oldest members on the board, Richard Wink, shows Olivia to her office. "Welcome to Stallworth! We've been dying to have you here."
"I'm here to save you!" Olivia says.
"You're going to love your office. We tried to get you the best of everything that money could buy. Your chair-Olivia, your chair. It's so comfortable, you wouldn't mind spending a few nights here."
"Uh-oh. I just may never leave!" Olivia laughs.
One thing she did like is how personable everyone has been. Although it's a prestigious financial firm that's mostly known for handling assets, it's a failing one by means of ranks. Over the years, heavy competition has evaded the financial realm, including multiple offers of buy outs as well as other companies in competition merging into one. Despite that, the firm is still quite strong due to clients. Olivia is there with a contract of eight months to revive the brand and pull in as many new and hardball clients the world has to offer. In a new age of technology and new businesses, she's a perfect fit.
Olivia walks into her office, astonished by what she sees. Her desk is garnished with orchids. She has a blue tooth sound system, which she would love at home. She has an LED TV that pops up from an adjacent desk. Everything in her room is marvelous, something that she would love to have at home. Unfortunately, when she's at work, she's completely engrossed with her duties.
"Such a shame. I will never turn on this TV or use this beautiful sound system for these eight months," Olivia thought to herself. "It's such a beautiful TV."
"Sit in the chair," Richard says.
Olivia abides.
"Oh my God," she sighs. "You'll have to get me a new chair. I won't be able to work with a chair this comfortable."
"I told you," Richard says as he closes the door behind her.
Since her interview two months ago, she's been preparing extensively for this job. The board let her be and it's just the way she likes it. She knows what she's doing and the best part about who she is and what she does is that her clients completely trust her. She makes magic happen and in return, her clients give her whatever she needs.
As she pulls out her laptop and organizes folders of neatly stacked papers full of charts and up-to-date information on previous and current clients, her door barges open.
She's completely taken back. For a moment, she forgets about how rude he was for barging the door open-not even knocking. She's completely mesmerized by this tall and handsome man with a head full of curls, a man she hasn't met before or has even seen. She figured he must've been pretty damn important if he could simply barge into her office.